I was excited, everyone whom I knew had gone before all said how fantastic it was, and that every single person over there were some of the most welcoming people they'd ever met.
And it didn't disappoint.
Staying in an airbnb place that was as brilliant as they come, we soon set out to make the most of our long weekend.
However there was a slight snag, one that I am slightly ashamed to admit I forgot about when booking... It was the weekend of the marches.
Of course I had seen these growing up, and upon realising what weekend it was, we were slightly apprehensive.
But boy were we proved wrong.
It's good luck to kiss the fish, so it seemed rude not to, no?
And the food? Well what can I say? No weekend is complete without indulging on food, and Belfast's Cathedral Quarter proved to be a fantastic place to eat and drink.
Despite the weekend that we were there on, everyone was welcoming, friendly, and more helpful than I have ever known people to be.
Although it's obvious in parts of the city that division still remains, the people there could not be further from this stark reality. I don't know enough to comment on what's happening there, nor do I have the place to I feel. But Belfast I think is a city that is beginning to come into its own.
Despite the fact that the locals had deserted much of the city centre for the weekend, the tourists hadn't, and I hope this is a sign that people want to be there, and feel safe being there too.